This is a collection of the poetry of Troy Camplin. As each poem is always a work in progress, comments and criticisms will be taken into consideration, and changes, perhaps, made.

Friday, October 7, 2011

Quatro Quatrains (of the Prophetic Kind)

The fiat virus grows relentlesslyTo sicken, poison almost all the herdUntil the herd itself is blamed -- the threeShall kill the herd, supporting the absurd._____________________________________________________

The fire shall sweep the countryside to ashAnd singe the eagle's feathers, threaten herYoung eaglets in the nest. The nest will crashInto the flames and crush the moral cur._____________________________________________________

The island nation lights the lamp of libertyAs it goes out in the devalued, dying westAs they embrace lies' leaders and frivolity,The promise they can all suck from the common breast._____________________________________________________

Two Scotsmen and a saint provide the lightAnd tension needed for the growth of man --Behold their paradoxical delight,The source of growth from when it all began.

About Me

I am the author of "Diaphysics," a poet, playwright, and interdisciplinary scholar. I am married and have a daughter and two sons. I have a Ph.D. in the Humanities, a M.A. in English, and a B.A. in recombinant gene technology and chemistry.